Chapter 113 Sisters
RORY POV
With wobbly legs, I headed toward Vivianne's wing of the house. I had changed into one of Alexander's big, comfortable sweaters, but it didn't stop the fact that I smelled entirely like
sex.
I made my way to her sitting room, but she wasn't there. The entire space was cozy and so her, as usual. I walked down the short hall to her bedroom and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, it swung open, revealing her.
The moment she saw my face, she almost slammed the door right back on me, but I shoved my hand out and held it.
"Let me in, please," | said, looking at her with pleading eyes.
She grunted something miserable under her breath but let go of the handle, turning her back to me.
"Thank you," I muttered, stepping inside the room.
"What do you want, Rory? Are you here to tell me about how much of a home wrecker I am again? Because thank you! I already know that. You repeated it three times before you slammed a massive book into my stomach in the library."
"But you bit me too," I said defensively, my hand instinctively pressing against the ache on my chest.
"Yes, after you hit me with your stupid book!
You should be grateful you're married to my brother." She walked over to her vanity, setting herself down as she started doing her makeup.
Only God knew where she was heading off to now.
"Okay, fine. I'm sorry," I said, walking over and taking a seat on the edge of her unmade bed.
"I'm sorry for calling you a home wrecker. And I'm here apologizing to you."
Vivianne paused, looking at me through the vanity mirror. "Why are you apologizing? What changed your mind?"
"Alexander told me I had to apologize to you," | mumbled under my breath.
She let out a dry scoff. "So it's not like you actually wanted to. Fuck you and your husband."
Gosh, this is going to take forever.
"Well, Alexander made me realize it differently," | sighed, trying to find the right words. "How you guys are not wired like the rest of the world. You tend to act like you don't care about anything, but it hurts people in the process. But seriously, Vi... I'm sorry."
She went quiet. Her head hung low in front of the mirror, the bravado slipping away. "It's not actually that I wanted to fuck the two of them that day," she whispered, her voice cracking.
"I was just so messed up. I felt like everything was being snatched out of my hands. And seeing Rachel looking so beautiful... she looked like the exact kind of girl Luke would fall helplessly in love with. That day, when he came into the back room and saw me crying... he asked if I was okay. I was so fucking drunk, and I just wanted to know if he was being tortured by all of this the same way I am. I kissed him.
And to my surprise, he kissed me back." I stayed silent, listening as she poured it out.
"We were just having a moment, reflecting on how everything went so wrong," she continued, her hands slamming over her face as her shoulders trembled. "And when Sebastian walked in on us, I just... I flipped the switch. I asked him if he wanted to join us. I wasn't actually expecting him to say yes...
God, I feel so horrible. You were right, Rory. I'm a home wrecker."
"Hey, hey... don't do that to yourself right now." I stood up from the bed, walking over to the vanity stool and squeezing myself onto the tiny bit of space remaining beside her. "Don't blame yourself. It already happened. And Luke?! He seriously sucks for not holding himself back." I threw my hands in the air, doing everything I could to stop her from diving into self-blame.
"Don't blame him entirely. I was the one who wore that seductive dress, remember?"
I gave her a small nudge. "You looked hot, though."
She let out a watery laugh, wiping her eyes.
"Oh, please. Everyone was looking at me like I had completely lost my mind."
"Maybe you did lose your mind a little bit," I said, laughing with her.
"You have no idea." She shook her head, a genuine smile finally breaking through.
"So... what are you going to do now?" | asked, glancing at her profile.
"Nothing. Luke and I... we've said our goodbyes. He's going to stay married to Rachel if he wants to keep his job and his relationship with my brother. And sadly, he'd choose my brother over me every single time."
A sad, bitter smile tugged at her lips. It was so obvious how hard she was trying to keep her facade intact.
"What about Sebastian? What are you going to do with him?"
"Sebastian already knew I loved Luke. He definitely doesn't want to get pulled into my mess again," she huffed. Suddenly, she threw her hands dramatically in the air and stood up from the stool. "In fact, I'm done with men! I'm done with sleeping around. I'm going to be completely celibate for at least three years."
I blinked at her. "Will you really be able to do that? I mean... won't it be hard to just stop having sex entirely?"
Her brows furrowed, her eyes scanning my face with sudden suspicion. "It won't be easy, but I will try."
I went quiet, my mind drifting. I knew for a fact it wouldn't be easy for me if Alexander and I ever stopped. He had made me discover things I never knew my body could feel. He ignited every single filthy, shameful thing I enjoyed when we were behind closed doors. I would completely lose my shit if we ever stopped having sex.
"Uhm... uh-huh..." Vivianne started swaying on her feet, looking down at me with a wicked, curious glint in her eyes. "Are you thinking about you and my brother right now?"
My cheeks instantly heated up in pure shame.
"Ouu... look at you blushing, darling Rory! You love sex!" she gasped, saying it like she couldn't believe the words coming out of her own mouth.
"Doesn't everyone?" I mumbled, covering my face.
"When you first got here, you barely had any idea what sex even was. My brother has you completely dick-obsessed." She slapped my shoulder playfully.
"Stop it, Vi! I'm not talking about my husband's dick with you." Somebody please remind me never to bring up the topic of sex around this woman again.
She sniffed the air suddenly, her eyes widening. "Wait a minute. You smell like sex right now... did you two just finish fucking?
Eww!"
"Gosh! Can you not? We didn't have sex!" | said, my voice turning incredibly defensive.
"What did you do then? Don't lie to me, you literally reek of it."
I swear, she found genuine joy in making my life miserable.
"We didn't have sex," | finally admitted, my voice dropping to a whisper. "I only went down on him."
Vivianne threw her head back and started laughing ridiculously loud. I shut my eyes tight, wishing the floor would swallow me whole in embarrassment. But somewhere deep down, I was just happy she was laughing, even if it was at my expense.
"No wonder there's a white residue in the corner of your mouth," she said, pointing a finger directly at my lips.
"What?!" My eyes snapped open, and I scrambled toward the vanity mirror, frantically wiping at my face. But when I looked in the glass, my lips were completely clean.
She played me.
"Gotcha!" Vivianne cackled.
"Fuck you! Stop making fun of me, or else I'll have to throw another book into your stomach." I threatened her, though a smile was breaking onto my own face. Every part of me loved this.
"It's kind of fun, though," she murmured, her laughter winding down.
"What is?"
"Our fight. It was fun. Honestly, I felt like I needed it. I needed someone to finally call me out on my bullshit. I'm so tired of my brother just letting me do whatever I want without consequences."
"I loved it too," | smiled, looking up at her. "I felt like a teenager for a second."
"Same here. We should definitely fight more often," she grinned.
"Hell no." I shook my head. I wasn't about to risk getting my head smashed in next time.
We both stayed in her room, letting a comfortable, peaceful silence settle over us, just enjoying each other's company before I had to go swimming with Liam later.